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    I done some preachin' back in texas before the war
    Now I hunt heathens 'cause it pays better than the lord
    I ride with demons, the devil at my side
    Be it us or the heathens, we must all pay a heavy price

    I've seen
    The hoof prints cloven in the stone
    Now tell me what kind of devil
    Trod there long ago
    With a sack of sinners souls

    There must be a place
    Where this world and grace
    Are made to meet

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    Judge holden is the devil and his hell this mexico
    If apache don't kill us, judge holden will for sure
    Holden's more preacher than I ever was before
    He preaches of reason, he preaches of war

    I've seen
    The hoof prints cloven in the stone
    Now tell me what kind of devil
    Trod there long ago
    With a sack of sinners souls

    There must be a place
    Where this world and grace
    Are made to meet

    He says this life's a game
    Let's play for larger stakes
    Well wait and see

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    Composición: Ben Nichols

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